It had been a long
time since he’d thought of god. He’d stopped believing in the god of his childhood
Sunday School when he was a teenager and had never looked back.
It hadn’t been
anything dramatic; none of it just made any sense anymore.
But now.
Now his life was in
shambles and someone he loved was in trouble.
He’d tried
everything he knew of to help them. It
was time for extreme measures.
Bowing his head and
clasping his hands, he whispered, “Please help them.”
With a *plink*
something fell gently onto his hands.
It was a scorpion.
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